Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Egypt and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Lynne,
The Seeds,
Model 500,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
Brass Construction,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Porter Ricks,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Christie,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
The Birthday Party,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joyce Sims,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.